What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go. There’s a face of somebody who needs you.

Everywhere you look, when you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.

Don’t go to bed, with no price on your head. No, no, don’t do it. Fon’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time, yeah, don’t do it. And keep your eye on the sparrow, when the going gets narrow. Don’t do it, don’t do it. Where can I go where the cold winds don’t blow, Now. Well, well, well.